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Post by Gymnaststar on May 10, 2005 18:31:53 GMT -5
"You all are in honors English." The teacher had said as she wrote her name on the boared that was as wide as the room. She was wearing a buisness suit with a pink flower in the right breast pocket. She wore fancie glasses and had long curly blond hair. It was lifted back into a messy pony tail and she wore high black heals. Joel smiled at her cleavage. " ...Ms.Lappel...." He repated her name in his head,Ms.Lappel,Ms.Lappel,Ms.Lappel....wow, shes so...so.. "Joel? Hello? Joel?" He awakened from his mind and blinked, he was so confused. He looked up to the voice above him. He smiled again as he noticed she was bending over him and he could almost see down her whole shirt. Hiding his smile, he answered,"Sorry Mrs.Lappel." The teacher stood up and grinned. " Its Ms. Im not married." She walked back, to her desk and began to talk again. Joel hung onto every word. Leaning into his seat, so that he could hear ever letter, the way her tongue twisted to make the vowels, so he could notice all her facial expressions. "Shoot..." Joel was pulled out of his trance, and listened to the fumbling he heard behind him. He turned around and saw a bundle of frizzie tight curled hair bobbing up and down from under the desk. He bent over, and saw a girl bending under it, trying to get her pen from under his seat. Getting off his chair, and kneeling onto the floor, he picked up the pen. The girl looked up startled and made eye contact with him. Joel handed her the black pen. " Thank you." she wispered. He grinned, " No problem. Ask next time..." He had completly forgotten Ms. Lappel until he heard her voice again. He jumped." Joel? Graceline? Do you mind joining us up here?" The class giggled, and Joel turned to get up into his seat. H e turned slightly to the girl behind him and saw her blushing. Ms. Lappel cleared her throught and Joel turned around, once admiring her beutiful figure until the end of class.
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Post by Aeris on May 10, 2005 19:11:00 GMT -5
"Just a few more seconds..." Cody said to himself, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the bell rang. School was over. Cody jumped up from his seat and ran to the door, but was immediately stopped by a golden haired girl who ran out before him. Then a black haired girl pushed past him, and so did another boy. He shook his head in disgust and also hurried out the door to his locker, then he headed out the side door towards home. He noticed that the same three people who had rudely shoved him earlier were walking in the same direction as he was.
"Yo, gimme your money!" A large boy glared down at Cody. "Loser, I have no money," Cody said, trying not to show fear in his slightly shaking voice. "I said, gimme your money!!" The boy pushed Cody roughly and he fell to the ground. "He said he had no money!" A girl said, in a high yet angry voice. "And who the hell are you?" The boy asked, turning to the green eyed girl. "Not that it matters, but I'm Mandi. Who're you?? And why do you enjoy bullying other people around? It's wrong." "I'm Butch. You're Mandi? Mandi Nicholls? Haha you're the crybaby!! Crybaby crybaby crybaby!!" Tears started to well up in Mandi's eyes at this. "No I'm not.." she said in a small voice, so unlike her own. "Yes you are. My parents are friends with friends of your parents, and your parents told them you cry too much. I know the entire story. About your sister. Manda or something dumb like that. You're already 14. I can't believe you still cry over something that happened 8 years ago," Butch continued, sneering at her. By this time, Cody had gotten up. He stared at Mandi, feeling sorry for her. But the bully had noticed him, and he now turned to Cody. "So what's it gonna be? Money or fight?" "How bout neither!" Cody said, suddenly running and grabbing Mandi's hand, pulling her along with him. Butch chased after them, but he wasn't as fast as the two, so they quickly lost him. Mandi looked at the ground, embarrased and angry. Cody started to say something; Mandi looked at him, then as she felt the tears threatening to fall, she turned and ran to go home. Cody sighed, and he walked home with a lump in his throat. The place he was going to was not the type of place he would have liked to call home.
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Post by Gymnaststar on May 10, 2005 19:59:40 GMT -5
Grace was able to find her locker with the help of the map that her seventh period teacher had given out. It seemed that she wasnt alone in not being able to find something. She walked around to were the libary is, and supirsingly her locker was close by to it. She opened her locker and heard the engins to the buses reving up as they were about to take off. She put the books that she didnt need in her locker and went down to the ground floor to walk home. The air was warm and soothing, and birds sang in the distance. She flung back her head as her hair flew back in the soft hands of the wind. She loved this weather. Relizing, that she didnt want to go home, she decided to go to the elementary school swings. It was about ssix blocks from were she stood, but the walk was worth it. Plus, her step dad wasnt going to be home until five 'o clock, and all hes going to do is pass out on the couch.
By the time she got there, it was empty, which was a good thing. She placed down her books and sat on the swings. She gently pushed off and looked at her shadow below her. She thought about school today, and if she'd make some new friends soon, hopefully tomarrow. There was that boy. In English. He was nice. Kinda cute too. Maybe tomarrow... Thinking of the next day, suddenly flashed a picture of the post it on her bedroom mirror,I have that Phyciatrist apointment tomarow. I cant belive Lisa put me up to this. She said that its her way of helping me...heh. Yea right, if she wanted to help me, she would take me in. I hate her. The wind howled, and a shiver ran down her spine. She looked around her, and noticed that the sun was setting,"What time is it?" "About five-thirty." A voice came from behind her. Grace jumped and turned around. It was that kid from English. " What are you doing here?" Her voice was shaken. She got the sudden thought that he was stalking her. How long was he there? "Oh, well," He began to walk towards her." the mechanic shop I work at is right around the corner from here, and I was walking the long way home, when I saw you there." He was now standing about four feet infront of her. "Oh...I think I should go. I have to be getting home. What time is it again?" She couldnt seem to remember what he had said. He looked down at his watch for a long time, "....Five-thirty five." Grace gasped and ran over to her books, " I really have to go. Ill...um." She picked up her books, and tried to reajust them in her arms. "...in english." He said. Grace looked up, " What?" He nodded his head towards the school, " Ill see you in English." Grace now understood, and began to run off home. She relized that she hadnt said good-bye. Stopping at the fench that surronded the playground, she souted over it, " Bye!" But before the boy could respond, she was gone, running down the street to her house.
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Post by Aeris on May 18, 2005 22:29:15 GMT -5
Salila stared at the computer screen blankly, then blinked. She looked back at what she'd typed, then sighed. She was going to be up all night doing homework. Just because she didn't feel like answering some of the teachers' questions didn't mean they had to give her a whole bunch of extra work. She knew the others, but she just didn't feel like talking!
Getting up to stretch her legs, Salila looked at her clock. It was only six, dinnertime. Realizing that her nanny was asleep, the hungry girl followed the usual procedure of sneaking down the balcony once again. She reached the store, and bought a soda and chips. Before she left, she looked around as if she was looking for something, or someone.
"Wait... what am I looking for?" She shook her head with a small smile, and pushed the door to leave.
"Hey, watch it!" Salila had pushed the door right into a boy who was about to go in.
"Oh... sorry, I was distract- Hey aren't you Dylan?" The boy nodded, then tilted his head. "Who are you?" "I'm Salila. We have a class together. English. Last period." "Ohh... oh yeah." "Yea..." "Well I gotta go. I have to go meet up with my friend Ally." "In the store? Ally? You mean Allyson Hathaway? Is she your girlfriend?" Salila asked, realizing how many words she had just said. Dylan stared at her. "We're meeting at the store because we're exchanging something. Yes it's Allyson Hathaway, and she's my ex-girlfriend. Why do you even want to know?" "Ex-girlfriend? You're still friends with her?" "Yeah. So? What's it to you? Why do you even care? Friends are friends, and I never liked her anyway," Dylan replied, although inside he was still hurt from the break up, the break up that had happened months ago. He had no more feelings for Ally. She'd ripped them to shreds. But Salila didn't know this, and she assumed he still liked her, because it was the only explanation for his cold attitude. She shrugged in response to his questions. "Well," Dylan said slowly, "I'm going to go now... Bye." He walked into the store.
Salila sighed, and rode her bike back home, and reached her room safely.
"Soda and chips..."
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Post by Gymnaststar on May 21, 2005 18:11:00 GMT -5
"Go with the blue shirt. It bring out the lovley featurs of your face." said Damien's mother that stood in the doorway. He was holding up a blue shirt and a red shirt whial he stood infront of the mirror. He considered the suggestion, and threw down the red shirt onto the bed. He shrugged, " okay, thanks mom. Have a good day at work." His mom walked up to him and gave him a kiss, and four dollars. " For the bus fair." Confused, he answered, " But, its only two dollars." His mother sighed and turned to leave the room, " Your taking your sister. And no complining. Put her in her red and yellow dress. And do her hair. I wont be home late." Before he could protest, the front door closed and she was gone. He got dressed, and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. "Damie?" He looked over the self and saw his little sister, Taira. "Yes Taira?" He put his plate in the sink and walked over to her. She was standing in the family room, in her nite-clothes rubbing her eyes, holding her teddy bear. "I'm hungry." Damien went over to her, and grabed her hand. " You can eat, after I get you...no, better yet, eat now. I didnt do laundry, and I dont have any clothes for you to look nice in for today. Taira went over to the table and ate the food in the plate. Her mouth half full, she asked, " Where we goin?" Damien yelled from the bathroom were he was combing his hair. " I have an apointment to go to. And your tagging along."
The bus ride was long, and stuffy. And the whole whial through, Taira asked a whole bunch of questions." Whats a phyciatrist? Do they poke you with something to make you talk?" Damien sighed, as he once again, told her what they do, and what was going to happen. " This bus goes around town, then down the middle." Called the bus driver over his shoulder. Damien sighed. " Isnt this bus twenty-three?" The driver called back, " Nope, twenty five." Damien looked down at his watch. " We're goin to be late."
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Post by Aeris on Sept 24, 2005 12:59:13 GMT -5
Dylan folded his arms and stared out the car window, annoyed that his mother had offered to drive him to the psychiatrist office. He could've just walked there afterschool, but his mom didn't want him ditching. I probably would have ditched... he thought with a smirk. Suddenly, his mind froze as he spotted Ally walking home from school. She was alone, and as she clutched her books to her chest, Dylan wanted nothing more than to jump out of the car and hug her. He reached for the door handle, then stoppped, remembering that one of the reasons he was being sent to the stupid psychiatrist was because he didn't think before he acted. "Acting on impulse," they had said. "We're here," Dylan's mom announced, parking the car beside a medium sized house. Dylan said goodbye to her, and proceeded up the sidewalk. Flowers filled the front yard, and their vibrant colors stood out from the pale blue of the house. This doesn't look like some psychiatrist's office... The house was two floors high, with blue shutters and a front porch that had a small patio swing on it. Dylan heard his mother drive away, and as he reached the front door, the boy thought to just make a run for it. He stood there, contemplating whether or not he should risk getting into more trouble. "Um.. excuse me, can you move?" Dylan turned around, surprised to see the girl who had sounded so unhappy and slightly annoyed. "Oh, hi Dylan," Salila said, a bit coldly, remembering their last meeting. "Salila? You're in this stupid program too?" She nodded, wondering how she'd be able to put up meetings with this boy. Guys who were still attached to their exes annoyed her. In fact, she was annoyed by a lot of things... Ugh... I can't believe I said 'too'... now she knows I'm in this. I can't ditch. She'll tell on me. Dylan made a pained expression, wishing he'd left earlier. Salila saw it. "You want to ditch.. don't you?" She asked. Dylan stared at her for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, go ahead. I'm not going to tell. Just move because I'm going inside." Dylan stepped aside, a bit surprised. Salila pushed open the door, going inside and leaving the door wide open behind her. Dylan sighed, then went into the house.
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Post by Gymnaststar on Sept 28, 2005 15:22:48 GMT -5
The wind blew her messy ponytail into her face, grunting, Olivia crossed the buisy street, trying to see through the various strainds of hair. She brought down her foot and fixed it once she got to the lamp post. She pulled out a peice of scrap paper from her back pocket, and looked up at the steet sign behind her. " It should be down this street." Peddling slowly, she got to a small house. Getting off her bike and walking it to the side of the house she left it there and went into the office.
The door slammed behind her, the pictures on the walls vibrated and shook, and two faces looked up at her from behind their magazines. She rolled her eyes and sat in the farthest seat from the two kids. The office had white and peach swirls on the walls and a few painting that kids drew with their names and ages in the corners. Soft classical music played overhead.Another women came in, and sat down three seats down from her, took a magazine from the rack on the wall and began to read. Olivia slouched in her chair and waited." ...Maybe a mad man will come in here and shoot me out of my missery"
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